Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 275 - 276: My Student Cooked It, You Can’t Buy This Anywhere!
"Hello Professor Ai, Professor Fu."
Wang Fan walked over and greeted softly, "How is your health?"
Professor Ai looked dissatisfied, "You didn’t have to bring anything, just come. Next time, just bring a thermos. Why waste money on a fruit basket?"
Wang Fan felt like a student who had made a mistake, not knowing how to respond to Professor Ai.
However, Zhuo Qianqian was dissatisfied and said, "Then you might as well leave the thermos at home too; you probably wouldn’t want to eat it anyway."
Professor Ai pointed at Qianqian with a laugh, "Got a boyfriend and forgot about your teacher."
"Bleh bleh bleh..."
Professor Ai smiled and said to Wang Fan, "Sorry, it’s an occupational hazard. I haven’t even thanked you for saving my life yet."
Wang Fan waved his hand repeatedly, "I just happened to be there, really didn’t do much."
Professor Fu pulled out two chairs from under the bed. After Wang Fan and Qianqian sat down, they briefly discussed the illness.
"I’m still recovering, and surgery is scheduled for next month. The doctors say it’s nothing serious since we caught it early—just a minor surgery. You don’t need to worry about it every day; focus on your work."
Professor Fu looked at Qianqian with eyes full of fondness and affection, thinking how nice it would be if she were his child.
Qianqian handed the thermos to Professor Fu, "Professor Fu, you and Professor Ai should eat first; it won’t taste good cold. My boyfriend cooked it all night; it smells delicious."
Professor Fu was amused by Qianqian, "In all my years of teaching, you’re the first to brag about your boyfriend to my face. You’ve got guts."
Qianqian looked a little proud, "That’s because their boyfriends probably don’t have much to brag about."
She unscrewed the thermos lid, releasing a rich, fragrant aroma.
The aroma was so strong that it overpowered the smell of disinfectant in the ward.
As soon as Professors Ai and Fu caught a whiff, they felt reinvigorated, feeling like they’d never smelled such delicious soup in their lives.
"Well, I always knew you were good at making Steamed Buns, but this chicken soup is just as good?"
Professor Ai sniffed and couldn’t help but praise.
Professor Fu laughed and said, "When you have time, teach me how to make this soup; I’ve never smelled such savory chicken soup."
Wang Fan nodded shyly, feeling a bit insecure in front of these top university professors.
He felt like he had done something wrong.
Qianqian took out two bowls and filled them with chicken, tripe, and soup—one had more, and one noticeably less.
When Professor Ai saw that he got the bowl with less in it, he immediately protested, "Hey, don’t play favorites. I’m the patient; why do I get so little?"
Qianqian rolled her eyes, "Didn’t you tell me before that I should give you less good food because you can’t digest it?"
Professor Ai chuckled, "Wasn’t that because I was sick?"
"You’re still sick; you’re not cured yet."
"I suspect you’re taking this opportunity for revenge, but I have no proof."
"The burden of proof is on the accuser; without proof, I could counter-sue you for slander."
"Alright, alright. I can’t argue with you. Didn’t I just apologize? Look at you being so protective."
"Hmph!"
Professor Fu chimed in, "Old Ai, you should eat less. The doctor said your digestion is weak now, so stick to liquid food. I’ll help you with the tripe and chicken; you drink more soup."
They all spoke softly, trying not to disturb the other two patients. After staying a while longer, Wang Fan and Qianqian left, as the ward wasn’t suitable for long stays. If they stayed much longer, the nurses might come to chase them out.
Professor Fu walked them to the elevator before returning to the ward, only to find Professor Ai had sneaked another bowl for himself.
She gave him a playful scold, "Just this once."
Professor Ai chuckled, "It’s just that kid’s cooking that I can’t resist. I wouldn’t touch an extra bite of canteen food."
Professor Fu laughed too, "You know, those two really are a good match—one loves to eat, and the other loves to cook. They’re perfect for each other."
Professor Ai nodded, "That young man is solid; she made a good choice. Who would’ve thought a girl with such high standards found someone suitable?"
While they chatted idly, the curtain next to them suddenly opened. A middle-aged man in his forties curiously asked while sniffing, "Old Brother Ai, what are you eating that smells so good?"
Professor Ai replied with a smile, "It’s chicken soup my student brought me, smells great, doesn’t it?"
Xu Li took a deep breath, "It smells amazing. Where’d you get it? I need to get myself some."
Professor Ai puffed up with pride, "Don’t even think about it. My student specially made it for me; you can’t buy it outside, hahaha."
Xu Li looked envious, "You sure are lucky—I’m so jealous. I guess I’ll just keep sleeping."
...
After leaving the hospital, Wang Fan and Qianqian headed straight to Nankai Joy City.
This shopping center targets young adults aged 18 to 35, positioning itself as an "International Fashion Youth City," making it just right for the two of them.
Joy City has been open for over ten years, and still bustling. It’s one of the best-rated malls in Tianjin. Being a weekend, the mall was crowded, proving its popularity.
Qianqian had been there a few times before but mainly for the food on the lower floors and hadn’t really explored the upper levels.
Seeing all the shops up above, they were both a bit overwhelmed by the variety.
But Qianqian had a clear goal and quickly decided where to go.
The brands in Joy City are mostly in the affordable luxury range, with footwear and clothing usually priced between 300 and 1000 yuan, reasonably acceptable.
Considering Wang Fan’s current financial capacity, he could afford more expensive items. However, Qianqian didn’t want to waste money on luxury stores.
"Patent leather red soles, all-powerful. The longer the heel, the stronger the attack."
Qianqian muttered the guide she found online as she headed straight to the patent leather section. Wang Fan looked around curiously—his first time inside a women’s shoe store.
The variety of styles and designs was eye-opening for him.
Qianqian picked up a pair of shoes, her eyes lighting up, "Boss, how about this one?"
Wang Fan couldn’t help but frown, "Aren’t these not for your age? Also, the heels are so high; you’re just starting—it’s not suitable."
Qianqian thought about it and agreed. She probably couldn’t handle 15 cm heels.
"Height times 0.618 minus leg length, then divide by 0.382, and you get the height you’ll feel comfortable wearing. Let me calculate..."
Wang Fan didn’t expect the makeup guide to include this. It should be called a styling guide instead.
Just as he took his phone to calculate, Qianqian started laughing, "Boss, your method’s wrong. Using your calculation, I’d have to amputate, hahaha."
"Hmm?"
Wang Fan was puzzled, could the system’s calculation be wrong?
"Look, 174 times 0.618 minus 112 becomes a negative number, hahaha."
It was rare to see her boss at a loss, and Qianqian was very pleased.
